Her Sniper

This piece of land is nearly 10000 mu. It is located in the center of the city, with a huge flow of people. Fu Yicheng spent 300 million to buy it, just to build a large shopping center and make a lot of money.

But what's in front of you now?

The workers who were originally working were all standing idly on one side, and the large excavators and bulldozers were also parked on the other side. The entire area was sealed by the cultural relics department, but there was nothing to do.

"Mr. Fu, what should we do now?"

Fu Yicheng's eyes were gloomy: "first, help me ask the director of the cultural relics bureau to come out for a meal, and then look for someone to buy some antiques or something. If you do the same, bury a few in the next piece of land. If you want to die, everyone will die together."

That afternoon, Fu Yicheng received a call from his assistant.

"Mr. Fu, director Zhang of the Bureau of cultural relics said that he would be free tonight. Where would you like to have dinner?"

Fu Yicheng sneered. He thought that these people engaged in cultural relics were antiques and might severely refuse his invitation. He didn't expect to agree so soon?

He said coldly, "let director Zhang decide the location. When it's done, just let me know."

"All right."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Fu Yicheng took a look at the message sent by his assistant and swore in his heart.

Director Zhang really knows how to fix a place, but it's Hilton hotel again.

Since Wen Shishi drove him out of the door like a plague last time, he didn't like the Hilton Hotel at all.

Well, it's just a meal. It's related to whether his early investment can be recovered. If he doesn't like it any more, he still has to finish the meal and have a good relationship with director Zhang.

The car drove directly to the underground parking lot, and then took the elevator to the 12th floor.

Ding, the elevator door opened.

The uniformed waiter stood respectfully outside and asked, "how many are you, sir?"

"The box has been reserved, Jinshui Pavilion."

"Oh, well, come with me, and I'll take you."

Jinshui Pavilion is at the bottom of the corridor. Just a few steps into it, I heard a middle-aged man inside give out a hearty laugh: "ha ha ha ha ha, yes, yes, these things are really rare treasures. They are very helpful for us to study the spring and autumn culture..."

Fu Yicheng frowned and asked the waiter, "how many people are there in the box now?"

"Three, are there any friends left?"

Fu Yicheng waved his hand, "you go to work, I'll go in myself."

The waiter nodded, "OK, you can call me whenever you need."

Waiting for the waiter to go away, Fu Yicheng opened the door and went in.

Director Zhang is a chubby, kind-hearted, middle-aged man who looks very talkative. He is sitting on the throne. On his right side is Meng Boyun, the father of Meng Xiaoxia. They are of the same age and have similar interests. They are very happy. On his left, there was a mysterious man with a white mask on his face. He could only see his lips slightly raised. He gently put a piece of fish on the plate of the woman beside him and said something to her in a low voice, which made the woman slightly annoyed and raised her small fist to hammer him.

It's just that the strength doesn't seem to be a real fight, but a cover up of shyness.

What Wen Shishi said is: "well, you should talk about business first, don't always bring me vegetables..."

Agreed to meet with Uncle Meng, she happily came, and found that the protagonist is the director of the Bureau of cultural relics?

Sniper, too, sat with the director of the Bureau of cultural relics in his position, and began to feed her. The fishbones were carefully picked out one by one, and the white fish folded the small plate in front of her into a hill.

I don't know how embarrassing the scene would have been if Uncle Meng hadn't been here to talk to Director Zhang.

Suddenly, the door of the box was pushed open.

The smile on Wen Shishi's face disappeared at the moment when he saw someone coming.

Fu Yicheng is the same, he caught traces of sneer, turned to say hello to the director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics: "Hello, director Zhang, I'm Fu Yicheng."

"Oh, oh, here comes Mr. Fu! Sit down, sit down Director Zhang warmly called Fu Yicheng to sit down and introduced him with a smile: "I happened to be talking with a few friends here today. It happened that you also said that we would have dinner together. I think we are all from the real estate industry. Maybe you also know each other. It's better to sit down and eat together to save money and time."

There is a trace of anger in Fu Yicheng's eyes. Mr. sniper didn't see it and made it clear that he didn't want to give him face, while Wen Shishi didn't want to cut in even though he was eating hard. He had an attitude of "I have no melon".

When Meng Boyun saw it, he couldn't do it. If he didn't speak, the scene would be cold again. So he could only smile and stretch out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Fu. I've heard so much about you. It's really young and promising to lead the Fu group so successfully at a young age."

Fu Yicheng has heard a lot of compliments. He has already stopped listening to them. However, Meng Boyun is still an elder, and he can't leave a bad impression on director Zhang.He stretched out his hand and gently shook it with Meng Boyun. He responded in a light way: "Mr. Meng, you are flattered."

"No award, no award, no award at all!" Zhang, the director of the Bureau, glowed: "Mr. Fu, I really want to thank you on behalf of the whole Bureau of cultural relics this time! The Bronzes Excavated from that field are really rare, filling a vacancy in our study of the history of the spring and Autumn period! That's a landmark discovery! I've already made a report with the leader. The leader will publish a newspaper focusing on your deeds! For the sake of the country's history, it's very national to give up a good chance to make money! Let the younger generation learn from you

Fu Yi Cheng dry smile two, in the heart already cool a thorough bottom.

All the reports have been typed up, and they are ready to be published in the newspapers. This matter is progressing so rapidly, if it is not for someone behind to add fuel to the flames, he would not believe it if he was killed.

Now he is standing on the high wall of "national righteousness". He can't come down at all. Once he comes down, he is heavy on profit and forgets righteousness. He will be stabbed and scolded! Fu Group's company brand and his personal image will be severely damaged!

Fu Yicheng closed his eyes and said with a deep smile, "it should be."

"Well, well, it should be. Mr. Meng, have you seen it? This is the model of our young generation of entrepreneurs

Meng Boyun had been happy for a long time. On the surface, he still laughed and echoed: "yes, yes, you are right. Mr. Fu is really the representative of Young Entrepreneurs..."

"I'm Chinese, and I love my motherland. It's the duty of every Chinese. I just want to ask director Zhang, if there are bronzes of national treasure level found in this land, should we sweep all around? If something is missing, isn't it a pity? "